Somewhere in the police station...

[alltime_top5]

The door to a utility closet is shaking. Hard. Behind the door are sounds that could only be made by a very passionate couple trying to keep as quiet as possible but being far too turned on by the concept of needing to be that quiet

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[mparkerceo]

Parker stretches and glances around. "Crap. They left without us." She works out a kink in her neck, and frowns. Then glances down at Rob, and grins.

"As long as they're gone... Round two?"

This is probably *such* a bad idea, but violence does, in fact, really trip her switches.

[alltime_top5]

"Absolutely." He drags her behind the front desk and does something that would be considered illegal in 27 states.

[mparkerceo]

Parker responds with a move she learned from Tommy of the Yakuza, and puts a particulary athletic spin on it, courtesy of weekly work-outs.

She also shows Rob something he didn't think was possible, but apparently, in a crisis, he's up for it.

[alltime_top5]

***Narrative Monologue***
I don't want to say I'm in love with Parker. That'd be really kind of gross. But when a woman defies the laws of physics just to show you something you've never seen before? That's special.

And she is really fucking beautiful when she doesn't look 16.
***End Narrative Monologue*

After another hour of physics, gravity, and logic-defying antics, Rob finally manages to pull himself off and locate his pants. "Much as I'd love to do... this for the rest of the day, I'm pretty sure that I go out making... having sex, it won't be because I was being eaten by zombies at the same time."

[mparkerceo]

Sighing, Parker sits up again and shrugs. "Got a point there, Gordon. Let's get the hell out of here to the church, and see about getting re-armed." She snags her bra, dangling off a desk, and pushes her fingers through her hair. "God, what I'd give for a shower."

Another wicked smile. "Hmm. Something else we haven't done yet. Make a note."

She plants a quick, almost-gentle kiss (for Parker, anyway) on the tip of his nose, and finishes dressing in five minutes. You wouldn't know what she'd been up to, if you hadn't been there.

"Ready?"

[alltime_top5]

Rob tosses himself together in the way that men do after getting laid, that is, it's completely obvious that he just had his brains fucked out to anybody but those in deep denial. He is still shirtless, though Parker's jacket is a surprisingly good fit.

"Ready." He grabs his sawed-off and handles it in a way that suggests that he's simply not used to firearms or violence of any kind.

[mparkerceo]

Oddly, Parker almost finds it endearing. Almost. If she found anything "endearing".

Fortunately, the feeling passes.

"Let's go."

Guns at the ready, they race to the church.